This started off as a normal day, with my regular workload filling my day completely. I had planned on finishing and going home to treat myself. A glass of wine, a joint, and to a much needed bubble bath, a long one. But, here I am staying late to give a massage to a friend of my boss who is in from out of town for the weekend on business. Stella, my boss, asked me to make it one of my signature massages, as she told me he, Burke, was really stressed over his business proposal. Plus his wife was being a complete bitch, yelling at Burke at the drop of a hat over nothing. He was still a half hour out, so I called my boyfriend and fiance, to give him the news about not seeing him tonight. We were just going to hang out and watch some TV, he asked if we could get together tomorrow, Saturday, but he seemed kind of angry in his tone, so I sort of blew him off with a non-committal response. Guess you could say that Rick has been my "bitch" of late. I do love him, I just don't enjoy his moods like this, thankfully they don't happen often. At the same time, I was not in a mood to deal with him right now. Our conversation didn't end well.
So now I'm starting to stress over my having agreed to stay late, and I still had 25 minutes. I grabbed my purse, and went next door to see Syndy. She was always good at cheering me up. While I was not really close friends with her, we do keep talking of how we should go out some night and just have fun. Anyway, Syndy was on the phone when I got there, she flashed me five fingers, indicating she would be off in five. So, I sat down to wait.
When she was done, after just two minutes, she said, "I'm so ready to get out of here. Hey, you wanna grab a drink, I have a little something to celebrate. You look like you could use some cheering up, too."
"Oh, it's nothing. Rick and I just had a small argument on the phone about my having to stay late. Stella has a friend in from out of town who is in need of a last minute massage. So, I guess we will have to postpone that drink... again. I really do want to go!", I pleaded.
"Well, hopefully this guy coming for the massage is good looking, and you could get his number for me. I could really use getting laid sometime this decade.". We both laughed knowing full well that Syndy doesn't have trouble finding a guy, it's the finding a nice one that eludes her. Syndy is plauged with "pretty girl syndrome". The guys who do get the courage up to ask her out are either insecure nerds (which Syndy says she actually finds kind of hot) or the over-confident assholes who think they are gods gift to women. So, once again, Syndy was going home alone.
"Well, I'll see what I can do about the number, but I make no promises. But hey, wanna go to the roof before you leave, I could really use a one-hit before this guy gets here."
"Sure, as long as you're buying. I'm fresh out myself, so please lead the way." She grabbed her purse, jacket, and umbrella, locked up, and we were on our way.
"So, what's up with Rick? In one of his moods again."
"Yeah, kind of been this way all week long. I'm really not in the mood for it. Ever since we have been spending so much time together, he has just been so fucking out of it... I'm not sure what to make of it."
"All the more reason why we need to go out without him. Maybe we could hit on a couple of guys and take them back to my place. Up for a foursome sometime?"
She made me laugh, thinking about some of the stories she told me of her group-sexploitations. I'm nowhere near as adventuresome, having only kissed a girl once, and while it was nice, it wasn't enough to make me give up on guys.
We finished on the roof, and Syndy told me she would be at Jack's around the corner waiting to hear about my client, "...and you can bring me his number, too!"
Saying our goodbyes, we shared a quick hug, and I told her I would see her at Jack's, "...first round on you." I said as we left the elevator, parting ways.
When I got back, there wasn't anyone waiting, and I still had five minutes, so I ducked into the ladies room to brush my teeth, to help mask my pot-breath. As I was finishing, I heard the doorbell ring, and rushed to tidy myself up.
I got to the door feeling like a giddy schoolgirl getting ready for a date. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a very attractive older man, I was guessing maybe my fathers age, at least 30 years older than my 26 years.
"Hi, I'm Burke Johnson. Stella's friend. You must be Lois, Stella told me you were her best therapist, and I'm really in need of getting rid of some tension..."
"Well then, I guess you came to the right place. Here, let me help you with your things", and took his briefcase, umbrella, and coat. I placed his things on the coat rack, and led him to the room.
The room had it's usual candle lighting, and I went over to light another stick of sandalwood incense. "You can get undressed and hang your clothes on the rack in the corner if you'd like. If you want, you can leave your underwear on, it's up to you. Then you can lay face-down on the table. I'll be back in five minutes and we can start.", he had already started undressing as I was giving my speil.
I went out to drink a little coffee, which had to be reheated. I also filled out the necessary paperwork for Burke's visit and got that out of the way.
As the five minutes passed, I went in to start his massage. When I got in, I noticed that he place a towel on the table before he laid down, and the sheets used to cover him were moved over to the chair where he stacked his clothes. He laid face down completely nude on my table. In checking him out, for a man his age, he appeared in very good shape. My eyes lingered on his glutes, and I could feel myself go a little weak in the knees. I don't usually fawn over my clients, but with this long week, Rick being in his mood, or maybe I was just feeling horny, and Burke was having an effect on me.
"So, before we get started, would you like me to put on some background music?" I asked in soto voce.
"Actually, if you have some nature recording or something, that would be fine." I did have a recording of a rain forest, so I grabbed that CD and put it in the player.
I got my oil and a few towels. "I need to ask you a few questions before we begin. Are there any areas you want me to focus on? Any places I need to stay away from? Any medical issues I should know about?"
"Nothing medical, and no sensitive spots. And as far as areas to focus on, my shoulders and back could really use some deep tissue work. It has been a long stress-filled week, but it's not over yet."
"Alright then, I'm going to start with your feet and legs, then I can spend a bit of time with your upper body. Then I'll have you turn over and we will continue from there. Does that sound like it will take care of your needs?"
"Yeah, that sounds wonderful."
"Alright, let me get a sheet to keep you warm, and then..."
"If you wouldn't mind, I would prefer no sheet."
"OK, then lets get started.", and I take a position at the side of the table. I put some oil in my hands to warm it. I quickly apply the oil over his back and glutes, and once they are covered, I move to his legs.
Once I reach his feet, I lift his right foot and taking each toe in turn, pulling them. I then work his sole with my thumbs, starting at the toe and work to the heel.
In placing his foot back down, I move it to the side a bit further from where it was. I then move to the side of the table to work his right leg. As I reach his glutes, my hand liner a bit longer, making sure to get deep into his firm muscles.
Once I finish, I trace my hand down his right leg, so that he knows exactly where I am. I repeat the whole process with the left leg, but this time when I spread his leg further to the side, I notice his growing cock and his taut balls. His cock is pointing straight down to his feet, and looks as if it might be uncomfortable. When I get to his left glutes and finish with them, I quietly say, "If you would like to make any adjustments in your position on the table, please feel free."
"Thank you.", and with that he rolled a little to his left, with his right hand disappearing briefly under him.
I spent the next 20 minutes working his shoulders and back, and yes, he was holding a lot of tension there. But I think his knots disappeared under my dexterous hands. The last thing I did was work his scalp, making sure to get the back ridge of his head.
"Alright, Burke, if I could have you turn over, I can continue with your front." He seemed almost hesitant in doing this, but when he finally complied, I could see the source of his hesitation. His long, thick, uncut cock was at about half-mast, held up about 3 inches off his stomach. It almost seemed to defy gravity.
I moved down to his feet, ensuring my hand maintained a light touch on his skin the whole way. I'm not really sure, but it appeared as if his cock jumped slightly as my hand passed his hip.
I worked on his legs for about 5 minutes, the whole time his erection was growing. This was the first time in my four years of therapy that I have encountered such an event, but given that I found his cock to be a work of art, I was not going to complain.
Next I worked his arms. As I was finishing with them, it felt as if he gave my hand a short squeeze, almost in saying "thank you".
This left me to finish with his head and torso. I cradled his head in my hands, holding it's weight in order to help release the muscles used in holding his head up. Just as I was about to set his head back down, he said "I can see why Stella spoke so highly of you on the phone today."
Just as he said that, I glanced at his now almost fully erect cock. I was guessing it had to be eight, maybe nine inches in length, and it was the thickest cock I had ever seen in person. Rick was defintely lacking by comparison.
I began to work on his pecks, I then found myself doing something the might be considered "crossing the line", pinching at his nipples. He seemed to let out a sigh as I was doing this. I moved to his left side as I continued down his torso.
Just as I reached his pelvis, my left hand was massaging his pubic bone. By now, he appeared to be fully erect. My hands were slowing down, hopefully to signal the end of the massage. Randomly, I looked at his blissful face, and he opened his eyes to hold mine in his gaze.
I have no idea what possessed me, but my left hand wrapped itself around his manhood and began to move up and down its length, our eyes still locked in our gaze.
His cock felt amazing, both soft and hard at the same time. I couldn't detect any hesitation on his part, on the contrary, his eyes seemed to ask me to continue.
I now had both hands caressing his shaft, our eyes still holding their gaze. Thoughts of what he would feel like between my lips crossed my mind, but that would involve crossing an even further line. His eyes seemed to be asking me to make him cum, at least that was what I interpreted it to mean.
"Spread your legs for me.", and I walked to the foot of the table, and climbed up on the table. As I knelt between his legs, I took his cock in my right hand, and leaned on my left. It appears that my body made the decision to suck Burke's beautiful cock and then let him cum in my mouth.
Our eyes were back to gazing at each other, and my tongue was now beginning to lick his sheath-covered head, my right hand jacking him off.
Just as my lips wrapped around him, I could feel him twitch in my mouth. I could also taste his slippery pre-cum. "My god, it has been years since anyone has done that. Oh... fuck", he said in hushed tones. "Please... don't stop."
I was feeling turned on that he wanted this, or maybe it was because I wanted this. I slowly began to take more of him into my mouth, still trying to look him in the eye. I held his thick cock in my mouth, sucking gently but firmly.
Soon, I gave up trying to watch him watching me, and proceeded to fuck his cock with my mouth, tongue, and lips. I was lost in the feeling of how his huge cock filled my mouth, my head bobbing up and down. As I took him from my mouth, I pulled back his foreskin and kissed the underside of his cockhead. He once again twitched.
"Ah, shit, you're going to make me cum."
Kissing his cock once again, "I want you to cum in my mouth.", and proceeded to wrap my lips back around his phallus. It wasn't more than a couple of minutes when he grunted, and began to shoot his seed into my mouth. The power of his cum hitting the back of my throat was erotic, I think he ejaculated six or seven times, my waiting mouth swallowing all I could.
Once he stopped, I still wanted him in my mouth. Soon he was taking my hand from around his cock, and he invited me into kiss him on his lips. I laid on to of him, fully clothed, as he offered his thank you's for his orgasm.
I'm not really sure just how long we were like this, but when we emerged from our reverie, we were in silence. The hour long rain forest CD had ended.
I got up and straightened my clothes, while he sat up. I took his clothes to him, and began to help him dress. I wasn't really thinking about what I was doing, as I handed each article of clothing to him in the proper order. Underwear, pants, socks, undershirt, and when I got to his shirt, I helped to put it on him, even starting to button it for him.
He took my face in his hands and kissed me very sweetly. Our tongues danced with each other, our lips nibbling at the other's.
I broke off the kiss, "So, I guess it's time for you... for us to go.", I looked down at his chest, not really wanting to leave, nor for him to leave either, I just didn't know what to say.
"You know, I'm not leaving until Sunday, and as I don't see a ring on your finger, can I invite you to my hotel for dinner... in their restaurant. You can help me celebrate a new contract, or possibly... help me drown my sorrows of a bad presentation."
"I don't... know if I should... I mean... I do actually have... a boyfriend..."
"OK, I understand.", he said with confidence. "I was just hoping that I might have one more night to share with you, just to share your company. I've never met anyone like you before, and I feel I want to know more about you. And that's not my orgasm talking, which by the way was amazing, the best I've had in years. My Wife has lost... oh never mind, you don't want to hear about that..."
I walked over and grabbed his suit jacket. "You know, if you... tell me the name of the hotel... and the time, I won't make any promises, but I really would love to spend the evening with a gentleman like you... but please don't hate me if I chicken out. Maybe I could... get a friend to show up in my place.", it was all racing through my head, none of it really making any sense.
"Well, then, I do hope it is you, as I'm sure that none of your friends hold a candle to you.", placing his hand on my cheek. "I'm staying at the Water Tower Hotel, and I was thinking about 7:30.", he pulled me in once again for another kiss of ecstasy, thankfully his arms enveloped me to hold me up.
When we broke, he smiled at me, and took my hand. Leading me out of the room, and over to collect the rest of his things.
"Lois, I hope I see you tomorrow night, as I really do feel confident about this business meeting tomorrow, and I want to share it with you, as you are the reason I'm feeling as I do." And we shared one more beautiful kiss before he turned to leave.